| Yeah, I knew some of you busters
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| Just didn’t wanna see this brother make it
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| But I’m here
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| Uh-huh, uh-huh
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| I know you feel me
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| Pickin' up buckshot shells
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| Is how I’m comin'
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| I know you feel me
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| Uh-huh, uh-huh
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| I know you feel me
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| Pickin' up buckshot shells in my driveway
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| Had a shootout last night
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| But I live to see Friday, another day
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| Chillin' in the jungle, smokin' hay
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| Watchin' the lil' locs play
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| With the trigger of an AK
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| Comin' up, runnin' up fiends, so I telled on
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| I’m workin' for the president, so coppers get the hell on
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| Devil’s on my back, strapped to kill, but I look out
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| I gots to put in work all year
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| And can’t clock out
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| A menace to society, society made me a menace
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| Walkin' a road to freedom, where the road seems endless
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| With no stop sign, direction, speed limit, or street lights
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| Just gang fights, crack pipes, poverty and long nights
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| Of tears, crawlin' in the well of memories
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| Thinkin' of the daily battles and the gang fight injuries
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| for life, to the heart, mind, body and the soul I claim
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| , Prince on my brain, so some call me insane
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| With no reason to live
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| With no love to give
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| The only ones followin' me is the negative
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| One, cause my people know another homie’s funeral’s true
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| And welcome to the jungles, nothin' but the flu
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| And broke hoes are parasites jackin' a brother
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| For his years, prostitutes workin' undercover
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| With no remorse or love loss
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| I’m just a king in the jungle, still runnin' around lost in the hood
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| Yo I’m lost in the hood
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| Yo, I’m lost in the hood
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| Yo. |
| I’m lost in the hood
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| Nowadays, brothers gotta pack a gun to a club
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| 'Cause every time I go out I see a fool gettin' drug
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| With a bullet in his mug, and the red blood puddle
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| Watchin' his homie shed tears in the shot up huddle
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| Ain’t no rehabilitation for death
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| Loc, you get killed, you gone
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| Buried, put away, smoked
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| Done, did, no mo' grievin'
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| So long, goodbye
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| 'Cause you’ll soon be leavin'
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| The jungle, the place where the big boys terrorize
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| Livin' a violent life in the city just to stay alive
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| What can I do to make it better in my home sweet home
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| Without gettin' locked up or a shell in my dome?
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| I asked God and he answered me, yeah
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| I know those devils wanna dance with me, no
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| My homie Ray died last year
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| An' even though I cried
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| Yo, it won’t be my last tear
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| Comin' up
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| In this world of madness
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| Don’t nothin' look good 'cause all I see is sadness
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| All the, black G, can’t stop if I could
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| I’m on a mission 'cause I’m missin' some lost in the hood
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| Yo, I’m lost in the hood
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| Yo, I’m lost in the hood
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| Yo, I’m lost in the hood
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| T-T-Tears
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| Fallin' down my cheeks, cause I’m like a bad seed
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| Planted deep in the streets
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| Will I die from starvation or die from the gauge
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| 'Cause nowadays young brothers ain’t dyin' of old age
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| A bullet to the head, ain’t nothin' new, Brrat
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| Mark’s in the hood, catch bullets like the flu
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| But I sneeze back
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| Wit' the U
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| Double Z, I
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| Rattata-tat-tat-tat, nigga, step and die
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| Ain’t no sense in me lyin'
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| I’m ready for the season, In the mirror everyday
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| Steadily bobbin', steadily weavin'
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| Five O’s don’t understand
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| The mission of my gang
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| Tellin' me to be good, when they yellin' «Ready, aim» on the black G, but no,
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| I can’t go out like kill 'em
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| You shoot me, you won’t be in jail or prison
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| Take every nigga you kill
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| G’s kill ten of your best men
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| Leavin' bullets in their chin wit' the nine
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| 'Cause crooked ass cops still feel
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| They can beat a nigga down like Rodney until I kneel
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| That’s a no-no, I got your photo
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| Sayin' cheers if I catch you at
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| These damn fools, no more tears
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| Yo, I’m lost in the hood
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| Yo, I’m lost in the hood
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| No way out, n-no way out
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| No way out
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| I know you feel me
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| Uh-huh, uh-huh
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| This is how I’m comin'
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| Uh-huh, uh-huh
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| I know you feel me
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| Break 'em down |